In a precarious situation, one question was enough to shut Siena’s mouth.

She glared at me with an indescribable expression, squeezing my finger. Even with a casual appearance, the long nails, through which droplets of blood trickled, sent a chill down my spine.

“How dare a clueless woman like you…!”

“You’re wrong. Rare is the person who can understand this situation rolling like a laundry basket better than me.”

‘Judging by the way he speaks, the culprit is manipulating Siena’s consciousness.’

Siena, or rather, gathering information about ‘him,’ she thought cautiously.

Without the need for complicated words, wouldn’t it be enough to kill us all? Why does this guy stop abruptly like a battery-depleted clock when he utters the word ‘god’?

Regardless of the exact situation, provocation was needed.

“You, are you actually obsessed with God? Perhaps because you think God and Siena are the ones who hindered your affairs, so you’re seeking revenge?”

Since the human chosen by God, who claims to be a god, is likely to become an enormous troublemaker.

“…What?”

“Were you afraid and cautious, right?”

Did I really pick up his words correctly?

I couldn’t be sure. In a life-threatening situation, I didn’t expect my judgment and spit-out conjectures to be perfect.

But as I said what came to mind, for a brief moment, a slight gap appeared on the face of the guy who was arrogantly smiling.

Just a few seconds. The expression on the face controlled by the villain in control of Siena was… a confused look, as if caught off guard by an unexpected revelation from an unanticipated person.

Did I see it wrong?

Frighteningly, the guy’s face turned cold.

“…Want to die.”

The red pattern shone more intensely. Siena’s eyes turned darker red than before, and, like other zombies, her appearance began to distort.

“Why doesn’t the Second Prince, chosen as a saint, use his divine power? That leaves only one question. Is the Second Prince actually a human who hasn’t received God’s choice?”

Siena’s delicate voice almost disappeared, and the distorted voice above echoed gloomily.

He glanced briefly at Aston groaning in the back. Blood was flowing from his wounded area. It was a situation where healing had to be done quickly, but Michael was also in a ragged state, making it impossible.

“Moreover, judging by what he’s doing, it’s even more unlikely that the holy knight was chosen by God. Perhaps the statement itself that there is a human chosen by God may be entirely false. A lie chosen to live. Don’t you think so?”

“…”

Tuk tuk. Annoyingly, he lightly tapped my cheek. It didn’t hurt, but it was extremely offensive and unpleasant.

“If not that, then what?”

“To add more lies?”

“If there is someone who was actually chosen by God, what are you planning to do?”

As my words ended, the guy who tapped his nails threateningly smiled like a hunter and replied.

“Of course, I have to kill him.”

“…”
“The apostles chosen by God, who try to ruin this world, are just thorns in my side. They must be eliminated the moment they come into view. So, isn’t that why this foolish woman was sent here? Duchess Elizabeth Kitten.”

He elegantly greeted while holding the hem of Siena’s maid dress. Doing a perfectly caught noble-style greeting while all my comrades were groaning in pain was horrifying.

That’s why I hated him even more.

How dare he behave like this after turning my precious people into rags.

Was that the reason?

My mouth opened on its own.

“Hey.”

“Hey?”

The culprit controlling Siena’s body smirked.

“I’m the chosen saint. You fool.”

“Huh?”

“Siena has completely fallen for it. The saint is fake. A fake. Second Prince Aston only played the role of a shield according to my will. To hide my identity.”

Throughout my words, the guy’s expression became unusual. The guy who looked relaxed stiffened his face, then soon twisted it like a demon from hell, revealing a fleshy grin.

“…Is it true?”

“Whether it’s true or not, you’ll know when we fight.”

I clenched my fists. My status window was still unlocked only for the abilities of a saint. I couldn’t access it, and I remained a half-baked saint who couldn’t wield divine power.

I rose with dual pistols in hand.

“Come on. You disgusting terrorist.”

Magic bullets were still available. I could fight. Even if that monstrous guy dodged everything, I had to resist and fight.

Click. When the sound of reloading was heard, he turned his head around, showing incomprehension all over.

“I don’t feel any divine power… What are you going to show?”

Michael and Aston shouted at me with great effort.

“Run, Your Grace!”

“Run, Elizabeth Kitten. He’s a monster. You have to survive, too.”

If I run away, what will those people do behind me?

The monster in front of me is cruel. Aston, who claimed to be a fake saint, Mihail, who possessed divine power, and others might all be dangerous individuals who might be torn apart without leaving anything behind.